If you don't farm, you will be smashed [End Times]

After the beginning of summer, there were not a few heavy rains in the capital, and even when there was rain, it was only as thin as a cow's hair, and it stopped after a while.

Today was an exception. The sun was hanging high in the morning, and suddenly there was a thunderclap. After a while, dark clouds rolled in, and it rained cats and dogs, covering the entire Imperial Capital in a rain curtain. The long-awaited heavy rain fell almost immediately an hour.

Imperial Capital Baocheng Temple.

It was almost noon, and the monks finished their homework and lined up to go to the cafeteria to eat. After the heavy rain, a layer of bright rainwater accumulated in the depressions of the stone slabs.

In the small courtyard, it has only been half a year, and it has already changed its appearance.All the flowers in the courtyard had been removed, leaving only one bright red Yunnan camellia.

In front of the camellias, the boy in red stood with his umbrella up. Even though the heavy rain had stopped, he never let go of the umbrella in his hand.

"Young master, go into the house and change into clean clothes." The master gave an order, no one is allowed to approach his flowers, and Zhe Liu dared not go there, so he could only shout at him from a distance.

Wen Shu's clothes were already drenched. During the rainstorm, he held up an umbrella to cover the camellias, and he was drowned. It had been a while since the rain stopped, but his clothes were still dripping.

Wen Shu didn't seem to hear Zhe Liu's cry, and stared expressionlessly at the swaying camellia in front of him, as if he was looking at the little liar who had cheated him through the flower.

In fact, he should have noticed something was wrong a long time ago, but he just didn't want to get to the bottom of it. This little flower demon knows too much, and it doesn't look like a newfound wisdom at all.

He lived for two lifetimes, traveled all over the country, and experienced legends, only then did he have the vision he has today.But this little flower demon never showed timidity when talking with him. Even if he had knowledge he didn't know, he absorbed it very quickly. Very coaxing, soft-hearted and love to laugh.

In the past, Wen Shu chose to turn a blind eye. He is a good master. It doesn’t matter that the flower demon raised by him has a little secret. Anyway, as a flower demon, his body is in his hands, so he can’t pull out the roots and run away. go.

Who would have thought that today's rain was too heavy and coming quickly, when he ran over with an umbrella, the little flower demon had already been hit by heavy raindrops several times.Wen Shu was worried that the little flower demon would be smashed, and waited anxiously until the rain stopped. Watching the little flower demon basking in the sun for a while, she couldn't wait to rub the petals.

The results of it?Oh, what a big surprise.

Wen Shu closed his eyes and tried his best to suppress the anger churning in his chest. In his two lifetimes, he had never been tricked like this before.If it wasn't for worrying about scaring away the little liar opposite, he would have had an attack just now.When he catches that daring little bastard, he has to deal with him properly.

Throwing away the bamboo umbrella that had been held up for a long time, Wen Shu raised his voice and ordered: "Zhe Liu, bring a flower pot here."

At first, he worried that if he transplanted it casually, it would hurt the roots of the little flower demon, so he just removed all the other flowers to prevent other flowers from competing with his little flower demon for nutrition.

Later, he also planned to build a small pavilion for the little flower demon, but he was afraid that it would block his sun. He planned it so hard, but now that he thinks about it, it seems like a joke.

Zhe Liu moved quickly to find a flower pot. Although their master and servant were dispatched to the temple to recuperate, Wen Shu still pretended to be the little prince of the Duke's mansion, and held his mother's large dowry in his hand. Food and clothing are the best, and there is never a shortage.

Because the master suddenly became interested in planting flowers, a batch of flower pots were prepared in advance in the warehouse of the small courtyard, all of which were fine products.

Zhe Liu is the son of a big family, so he still has the taste he should have. He picked a white porcelain flower pot with red petals on the surface, and it would be perfect to match the young master's precious camellia.

Unexpectedly, Wen Shu glanced at the flower pot, and frowned: "Do I need such a good flower pot? It's just an ordinary camellia, go get a broken mud pot, and get a flower shovel."

Zheliu paused, wanting to say that the young master does not have a clay pot in our house, let alone a broken clay pot, but as an excellent personal servant, he should perfectly complete all the tasks assigned by the master.

So Zheliu ran back to the warehouse, rummaged for a while, and finally found a flower pot that had been burnt to earthy brown. After making two gaps, he carried the flower pot and the flower shovel to go to work.

Seeing the new flower pot in Zhe Liu's arms, Wen Shu's eyes flashed with disgust, but in the end he didn't say anything. He took the flower shovel and buried himself in digging a few times, but stopped when he was about to dig near the camellia.

"Master? How about I come?" Zhe Liu tentatively asked.

The young master of his family didn't know what was going on, he suddenly regarded this camellia plant as a treasure, he didn't let others get close to it, he would come over to watch it for a while before going to bed every night, sometimes Zheliu saw his young master talking to the flower, Still laughing, very softly.

This time he seems to be angry with Hua again, Zhe Liu, as an outsider, can see quite clearly that his young master's temper is only temporary, and he will be fine after a while.If he was really angry, the flower would have been dead for a long time, just like the eldest young master of their family, who is still taking medicine. It is said that he has been splashing in the water for a long time, and too much water has entered his lungs. I'm afraid I'm going to get tuberculosis.

"I don't need you." Wen Shu threw the flower shovel aside, squatted down with her lips pursed, and gently paved the soil that had been soaked in too much water and softened with her hands. She didn't lift it up until the roots of the camellia were completely exposed. .

Zheliu tactfully put the broken flowerpot near Wen Shu's hand, and even put a layer of soil on it, so that Wen Shu could transplant the flowers directly into it.

Wen Shu was holding his camellia, looking at the gray and broken flower pot in silence.

Zheliu secretly glanced at his young master's unhappy face, and tentatively said: "This flower pot is too broken, if the young master scratches his hands when he enjoys it, it will be bad, why don't we change it?"

Wen Shu replied with a "hmm".

"Then do you think that young master just now? That flower pot looks good, but it's not worth much. I'm afraid we can't find a cheaper flower pot in the warehouse." Zhe Liu closed his eyes and said nonsense. , Devaluing the fine flower pots fired in the most famous porcelain kiln in Liuzhou to nothing.

"That's it." Wen Shu seemed to really have no idea how much that flower pot was worth, so he replied reservedly.

Transplanting the camellia into the new flower pot brought by Zhe Liu, without letting Zhe Liu do it, Wen Shu carried the flower pot by herself and put it on the table by the window in her house.

Zhe Liu had already boiled hot water, Wen Shu took a shower and changed into clean clothes, Zhe Liu brought a bowl of ginger soup over and said, "Master, it's raining, drink a bowl of ginger soup to get rid of the cold."

"Take it away." Wen Shu frowned at the smell of hot ginger soup. He was in good health. The hour doesn't matter.

Seeing that he refused directly, Zheliu knew that there was no room for change, so he took the ginger soup away and went to the kitchen to cook some hot soup.

Wen Shu sat at the desk, meditating while grinding ink, and when the ink was enough, he took a pen and dipped it in ink, and wrote down the elements he had discovered and deduced one by one.

It is currently known that the little flower demon is very likely to be a human being, and the little milk voice should be the original voice, without any disguise.Because that little liar is very good at deceiving people with his own voice. When he wants to coax people, his voice is sweet and soft, as if soaked in honey, and he is very good at using his own advantages.

Age... This Wen Shu is a little uncertain. Just listening to the sound, it should be a cub. If it is a human, it is about seven or eight years old.If you only talk about knowledge, Wen Shu feels that most of the wine bags and rice bags in the court should go home to eat themselves, which is completely inferior to this little liar.

But when we get along on a daily basis, Wen Shu feels that the little liar is like a young man in his twenties, with a bright personality, compassion for the poor and the weak, and a desire to protect himself who is "younger than him and in a difficult situation".

Wen Shu left the space of age and continued to write down.

If Little Liar was a human being, he should have had similar experiences with him, partial father, favored half-brother, and his reaction to these human affairs was too strong.

The little liar should have a good family background, well-educated, educated, literate, and excellent at arithmetic.

The little liar has a close friend who is often referred to as a coin.

Little Liar might also have a flower through which he was connected, most likely morning glory.

Little liars spend their days in a controlled place.

little liar...

......

The little liar said that he likes Zijian and will always be with Zijian.

Xia Family in Qinghe Village.

The second sister Xia went back to her natal home and packed a lot of homemade lo mei. In summer, Mrs. Xia simply asked her daughter-in-law to fish out all the lo mei and cut it up. Anyway, the two men in the family can eat it. Yao Wulang, who is in his prime, can eat as much as he wants.

Seeing that the rice was almost ready, Qiaoniang smelled the aroma of braised meat, and the youngest son who came to the kitchen and walked around her legs stuffed a mouthful of braised pork intestines, and sent him to call someone: "Go and wake up your uncle, He said it was time to eat."

Brother Nan got a bite to eat, and ran out contentedly to call him uncle.

In the room, Xia Chen was lying on the table, communicating with Xia Tongban with a mournful face: "Didn't you say it's not important?"

Xia Tongpan is confident: [It's not important to me. ]

Xia Chen: "..."

Oh, I just thought I didn't hate me today, so I stayed until this time.

"You really screwed me up." Xia Chen's face was full of despair: "Zijian must be angry with me, I don't know if he will contact me tonight. He can't see, even if I look for him, he won't know. "

Moreover, a boy of Zijian's age is at the time of adolescence rebellion. He has physical defects and must be more sensitive. If he misunderstood that he deliberately teased and deceived him, if he was excited and ruined the flowers over there, he would not be able to contact him in the future. .

That Xia Chen had to live in guilt for a long time, was already in the abyss, and was stepped on by a trusted friend, just thinking about it, Xia Chen felt that he had sinned deeply.

[It was useless for me to remind you. ] Xia Tongban retorted.

"I'm sorry, I was the one who angered you." Xia Tongpan was right, and it was too late for him to change his words at the time, Zijian was so smart that he couldn't hide it for a while.

Xia Chen sighed, holding his head and worrying.

"Uncle, it's time to eat!" Brother Nan's shout just fell when there was a knock on the door.

Xia Chen opened the door, Brother Nan pulled him away with an excited face: "There are a lot of delicious food today, let's hurry up."

"So happy?" Xia Chen couldn't laugh at all.

"Of course." Brother Nan said happily, "Of course you should be happy if you have delicious food."

Xia Chen thought for a while, then stopped: "Brother Nan, my uncle asked you, if your best friend lied to you and you were very angry, what would he do to forgive him?"

"Who is my best friend?"

"Uh... suppose it was me or your brother who made you angry."

"Give me something delicious, and I won't be angry."

Xia Chen smiled wryly, really stupid, for a foodie, there is no unhappiness that can't be solved by a delicious meal, if not, then two meals, asking Brother Nan this question, it's a waste of time to ask.

It seemed that Xia Chen was not satisfied with the answer, Brother Nan added: "Because I like delicious food, so I won't be angry if I like something."

Xia Chen was startled, so he can give Zijian something he likes?But what does he like?

He tried hard to recall the communication with Zijian, whether he had revealed Zijian's preferences in the chat, but found that Zijian seldom talked about himself, the only thing he said was that he liked...

"I like ingots."

Oh, this is too bad, is it possible that I can still give myself to him?